Apr 25, 2008 15:10
Although this blog is oh so old with not too many readers, I wanted to write something and writing in here has always proven to be worthwhile because I can go back and read it months later and laugh at how emo I am.
My mother just finished what has been a tough six months. A ridiculously tough six months. However, you wouldn't really know it, because my mother is made of good stuff. She's really built out of solid rock. She's like one of those rock people from The Neverending Story.
So this six months is over. And it's become a lovely habit that I speak with her daily or at least every couple days, ah the pleasure of a cell phone. And when I spoke to her on Tuesday, two days after said six months had finished, she told me about how she is so excited about life, about living, that she can't sleep. Every night she lies awake thinking about all the incredible things she's going to do the next day. And the thing is they're not necessarily 'incredible' it's things like cutting the grass, and taking her crazy dog for a walk. She can't sleep because she's that excited about life. I think dear friends, this is what living the dream is really about.